"I wish we had a Christian President,"
she said.
"Yes," I replied.
"Imagine weapons
turned into
ploughshares.
Our debts
cancelled
for a fresh start.
The blind
lame and
sick
won't worry
about
pre-existing conditions.
And a new beginning
of the last
becoming
first."
"No, no, no," she said.
"All I meant,
he would go to church every
Sunday."
